I was riding shotgun South out of Memphis That Mississippi feeling Creeping through my bones
To hell with my regrets Keep them where they lay Take the feeling of leaving over dying Any damn day
55 and flying Just pushing 95 Looking in my rear view Whispering goodbye
It ain’t my fault Guess that’s what we all say I’ll take the feeling of leaving over dying Any damn day
How was I supposed to choose Couldn’t stay I couldn’t refuse Caught up in the Graceland mood Strung out on the truth Between living and the dying I’m just trying To get me over you
Riding home through Greenville Stalled out in the rain Wish I hadn’t tried so hard To bring about this change
Not the first time that I’ve lost one It’s just putting out a flame But still what’s the cost son Of trying to out run this pain
How was I supposed to choose Couldn’t stay I couldn’t refuse Caught up in the Graceland mood Strung out on the truth Between living and the dying I’m just trying To get me over you
I got a first class ticket babe to a delta sunrise No time to waste, no time to hide